Zhen Jin felt as though he were burning alive.
After leaving the mountain cave, he took the initiative to charge into the pack of scorpions, slaying three consecutive gun scorpions.
Subjected to such provocation, the Silver Gun Scorpion flew into a rage, leading the scorpion pack to surround and slaughter Zhen Jin.
Because Zhen Jin had previously shattered their tacit understanding, the scorpion pack no longer played by the rules, and all the gun scorpions rushed to pounce on Zhen Jin alone.
Zhen Jin dodged left and right, climbing over mountain rocks with agile and flexible movements.
The mountainous terrain was extremely unfriendly to the scorpion pack, and the ordinary gun scorpions' movements were severely hindered. Only the Silver Gun Scorpion could keep up with Zhen Jin.
When Zhen Jin crossed swords with it, he primarily focused on defense and parrying each time. After a few rounds of offense and defense, seeing that the scorpion pack once again had a tendency to surround him, he continued to retreat.
Good, just like this! Although Zhen Jin was under immense pressure, he rejoiced inwardly. This was because the battle situation before him was precisely what he wanted most—the entire scorpion pack was drawn to him, which would allow Zi Di and Cang Xu to slip away quietly.
Drag out the time! The longer time is dragged out, the greater the probability of their survival.
However, good times did not last, and Zhen Jin's movements quickly began to slow down.
He was out of breath, and though his heart was filled with fighting spirit, his limbs were weak and devoid of strength.
Amidst the rugged mountain rocks, he had just dodged a sting from a scorpion tail when another gun scorpion appeared on his rear left, swinging its pincers.
Zhen Jin wanted to